Excerpt – Silver Spoons: One’s Journey Through Addiction by Sarah Dickinson #nonfiction #addiction
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Silver Spoons: One’s Journey Through Addiction
Print Length: 380 Pages
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Synopsis
Silver Spoons: One’s Journey Through Addiction takes an intimate and raw look at the current face of addiction and recovery. Talking about the current opioid epidemic, we follow a young couple while one of them goes through the recovery process. Told through letters, we get an understanding of their relationship as it struggles through his addiction and resulting recovery. From detox, rehab, sober living and the 12 steps of A.A, you get a raw and honest look at the effects of addiction and how they affect relationships.
AUTHOR NOTE: There is explicit and graphic content.
Excerpt
Even though she had taken longer than an hour to get there a quick scan of the parking lot let her know she had still gotten there ahead of him It was still easy for her not to worry about him this time. Helping someone run an errand could cause of handful of reasons that would make him late.
Besides the sun reflecting off the water was such a warm and inviting sight that she was grateful to have the time to herself. All the time she had spent living in her own world, in her own head, caused her to immediately give herself over to her surroundings. She got out of the car and took a slow deep breathe of the warm fresh air. Not caring how silly she looked to anyone who happened by her did it again. She could smell the lilacs, daffodils, lilies, and fresh cut grass. The subtle smell of the fading lilacs would soon be replaced by the more pungent aroma of the still blooming roses.
Running her fingers through her hair she rotated her shoulders and neck in a quick invigorating stretch as she made her way over to the benches by the water. Picking out a picnic table close to the river’s edge she simply sat back and let the beaming sun that hit her face, shoulders and back warm her. The air coming off the water helped create a breeze. In a months’ time water from the ocean would be filing the river and she would think of the beach simply by smelling the subtle traces of the salt water in the air.
With her elbows resting on the table and her legs stretched out in front of her, she was in an almost meditated state when he showed up. With her back to him and her eyes closed she heard his raised voice inquire. “Is my baby hungry?”
She turned to look at him, and something about the way he was standing was off. Quickly she got up and covered the steps to close the gap between them. In seconds she was right in front of him as he opened the passenger side door of his car, where a bag sat on the seat. She presumed it held their lunch as she saw grease stains at the bottom and napkins protruding from the top.
As she studied his face, she could see his irritation in his expression. She felt a hurt spread through her. It was more than disappointment, it felt like heartbreak as she thought to herself how stupid she was. Who had she really expected to show up? And when would she ever get that a beautiful day and being there with her would never be enough for him like it was for her? It would never be that simple or that easy. It was something so small, but something he probably could never give her.
His face, his stance, everything about him let her know that he was high. From the way his eyes were just out of focus enough to get attention, down to the pigeon toed off set way he held his foot. Silently she looked him over, and as she did, she became imminently aware of the anger in his face. Sensing her own building rage mixing with his, every instinct told her to leave. As quickly as possible. The only thing keeping her rooted to the spot was the fear, that recognized before the rest of her caught up, that something was very, very wrong. He wasn’t on smack. No, it was definitely something else. Problem was she had no idea what it was he could have taken. Right now, she was looking at a stranger, and the malice in his eyes alone should have made her leave. Or at the very least, be more wary.
About the Author
Sarah Dickinson is a lifelong resident in beautiful upstate New York. Mother of two amazing daughters and three equally awesome rescue dogs, she is the author of Silver Spoons: One’s Journey Through Addiction. She currently attends college and is in the midst of switching careers. When she isn’t doing it all, she reads comic books, blogs, and takes weekend getaways.
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